Frozen Fics

Holiday fic

Fri, 12 Dec 2008 21:45:17 GMT

Title: Asleep for the Holidays
Author: frozenfics
Pairing: Azelma LeFae x Liam Jacobson
Theme: #8 {Hot Chocolate + Fireplace ; Cold Winters Night}
Rating: PG (Slight Liam violence)
Claimer: They belong to me tyvm
Word Count: 978

20 years old and already hating Christmas that was how Liam would describe his affection for the holiday. Now, go back four or five years ago, Liam Jacobson would be excited for Christmas. Spending his money on gifts for his father and other family members, not worrying about whether or not he’ll be able to further spike the eggnog. Yes, four years ago, Liam had a very pleasant memory of Christmas. Liam looked into his bathroom mirror, staring at the reflection in front of him. He smoothed his hair more before tugging at the bottom of his button up shirt, removing the few wrinkles for a short amount of time. It was times like this, which he disliked Christmas, having to dress semi-formally, spending more than an hour with his soon-to-be-in-laws. Yes, Liam knew why he went from a fan of the holiday to a miser in the time of two years. The reason was two words, eleven letters long. The reason was named Azelma LeFae. Granted, it wasn’t totally Az’s fault, but she was a factor in it. It would be Liam who would be forced to go over to her house, spend time with her and her family, and be asked when he was going to properly pop the question.

This year, however, Liam would notice was drastically different. He had arrived between six-thirty and seven-fifteen that evening, to find that instead of the usual, bubbly, unhappy in her dress, Az answering the door; it was her cousin, Finesstria, who looked less than pleased about yet another person arriving.
“Zelly’s in her room.” She said, shutting the door behind him. Not answering, Liam made his way into the kitchen, searching for the eggnog, and his favorite of Az’s family members, who would be more than willing to add more brandy to the drink. Az would find him, it never failed, he could be with a two mile radius and she would be at the door waiting for him, with him actually in the house and her being in her room, it was a matter of time...
Two more cups of eggnog and a cup of decaf later, there was still no sign of Az. The only two places she could be was in this house or somewhere in Antarctica, though, Antarctica was a very, very small chance. Sighing, Liam left his comfortable spot at the kitchen table, and made his way upstairs towards Az’s room.
The door was shut, versus its standard of being ajar. Now, Liam had two choices, either open the door and risk walking in on Az changing or knock and risk Az yelling at him about not coming up to find her sooner.
Knock knock knock. Liam waited, no shouts, no attempt at movement for the door. Nothing. “Zelly, open up.” He called through the door, waiting for her standard ‘Stop calling me Zelly!’, yet still nothing. Now he was curious, his hand on the brass knob, he turned it, opening her door. He glanced into her room, she wasn’t changing, and she wasn’t doing anything except lying in her bed. In fact, she was fast asleep in her party dress.
“For crying out loud.” He muttered, fully entering her room. He approached her bed and sat on the edge, placing a hand on her shoulder.
“Az, wake up.” He shook her gently, knowing the repercussions of waking up a sleeping dragon. She didn’t move except for his shaking, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept. “Az…” he tried it again, a little bit harder. Movement this time, she rolled over to her stomach and cuddled her pillow. “Azelma.” He spoke louder, rolling her back to her front, and tapped her.
“Go away, Finny.” She mumbled, rolling back to her side.
“Az, come downstairs.” Liam spoke gently, finding a way to lie next to her to wake her up.
“No, I’m sleeping. Go play in traffic.”
“Az, they have hot chocolate.” Az ignored this, a soft snore signaling that she was back to her dreaming. Not moving, Liam had decided to lay there with her until she woke up or someone came and found an easier way to wake her.
An hour or two passed before Az had officially woken up. She noticed she was warmer than she was when her cousin had disturbed her, in fact, she felt one person warmer. She rolled over and noticed that Liam was next to her. A smile formed on her lips as she slid out of her bed.
ldquo;Wake up Liam.” She said, ripping her covers off of him, her green party dress rippling from the short burst of wind.
“Oh, now you’re up.” He muttered, sitting up. Az frowned, and reached for her hairbrush. “You realize that you’re impossible to wake?”
“Oh shut up.” She threw it at him and walked out of the door. Liam followed as she made her way to the kitchen for a cup of hot chocolate.
“Zelly,” he started, as she breezed past him, obviously annoyed at something he had or hadn’t done. “Slow down.”
“Stop calling me Zelly!” she sat in front of the fireplace and pressed the mug to her lips.
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Liam found a flannel blanket.
“You look cold.”
“Go away, Liam.”
“Az…” he sat next to her and placed the blanket over the two of them.
“What do you want?” she snapped, ignoring the looks from various relatives.
“Nothing.” Liam replied, pulling her closer. Slowly, Az’s head met Liam’s shoulder and her eyes closed. “Az?” With no answer, she was back to sleep.
Christmas, Liam decided, was overrated. He still had a strong dislike for the holiday, though it was not as great as hate. If he could spend every Christmas with Az passed out, he would indeed begin to love Christmas yet again.

The Cabin

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 14:10:42 GMT

Title: The Cabin
Author: </a></font></b></a>frozenfics
Pairing: Azelma LeFae x Liam Jacobson
Theme: #18 {Snowfall}
Rating: PG (Slight Liam violence)
Claimer: They belong to me tyvm
Word Count: 754

Liam watched in amazement as Az stared wide-eyed at her surroundings, not quite sure as to how she should react to the powdery white blanket on the ground more commonly referred to as snow.

“Az, its just snow.” He said after she had proceeded to write her name in it with the toe of her shoe.

“I-I know, it’s just… I’ve never seen snow before.” Liam shot her a skeptical look as she stooped down to touch the icy ground.

“Seeing as you’re supposedly possessed by a demon who controls the weather, wouldn’t you have seen snow at some point in your life?” he asked, chuckling at his “fiancée’s reaction to the temperature.

“She causes destruction, so I never get to see pretty things like this; except for acid rain.” Az replied standing up. She adjusted her muffler and looked at Liam with a smile.

“Let’s go inside.” Liam said quickly, grabbing her wrist to pull her inside the cabin. Az’s smiled widened and formed into a mischievous grin as they got settled in the room.

“Oh Li-kins,” she cooed, snuggling as close to him as possible. “This is so romantic.” She batted her eyelashes and smiled.

“Um…yeah...” Liam said, trying to scoot away from Az who had a strong grip on his body.

Lucky for him, after three hours and twenty-seven minutes of futile struggling, Az’s grip had loosened quite a bit. So much, that Liam hadn’t noticed that his captor had fallen asleep three hours and twenty-six minutes earlier. Liam’s silent victory for poor fools who had to marry someone against their will was short lived as he finally did notice the sleeping girl next to him.

After a few minutes of careful inspection (which is to be read as “poking the living daylights out of Az”), he concluded that she was indeed sound asleep. Being the gentleman that he is, Liam carefully lifted Az from the wooden floor and placed her gently on the couch. Taking the blue wool blanket from the back of the couch, he draped it over her and smiled to himself.

“She sleeps like a log.” He muttered, slowly moving from where she was sleeping. Grabbing his coat from the rack by the door, he slipped outside into the chilly winter air, letting the door shut with a quiet “snap!”

Brown eyes shot open at the sound of the door shutting. Lurching forward, Az looked around wildly at her surroundings. Not recognizing the same things she had seen just hours earlier, Az’s mouth opened wide, and out came a loud, ear-shattering scream. Realizing that if whoever had kidnapped her had heard this, she was done for, she quickly rolled off the couch, letting the blanket fall short of trapping her further.

While Az was hiding from her nonexistent kidnapper, Liam, who had been about three cabins down the road rushed back to see what that God-awful screech was. A couple of curious heads peeked out of their respective cabins to carefully examine where the noise had come from as Liam trudged as fast as he could to get back to his cabin.

The crunch of boots on snow alerted Az of her kidnappers return. She crouched behind the counter, a frying pan gripped menacingly in her left hand. Looking to her right, she quickly studied her plan as the door finally opened. Liam had stepped into the now seemingly empty cabin, wondering where Az could’ve run off to (as well as secretly hoping she’d get lost and remain that way). Deftly, Az had managed to creep behind the man and raised the frying pan high above her head using both hands. As Liam turned around, he was met with a heavy metal object and a loud “THUNK” resonated in his ears. Needless to say, Liam wasn’t on his feet for long as Az dropped the frying pan, staring at him in horror.

“Ohmigod Liam!” she dropped to her knees and lifted his head into her lap. “Liam! Liam, I’m so sorry!” she said frantically slapping the sides of his face.

“What were you doing?” he asked a few minutes later, clutching his throbbing head.

“I thought someone had kidnapped me.” She muttered sheepishly.

“Is that why Mar said not to move you when you sleep?” she nodded, her bottom lip quivering.

“Oh Liam!” she cried, draping herself over his body. “I’m so sorry!”

While Liam weakly attempted to push Az off of him, the grey clouds in the sky opened up to produce a flurry of snowflakes.

Love at first... fight?

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 02:18:26 GMT

Title: Love at First Fight
Author: frozenfics
Fandom: Original~
Pairing: Azelma LeFae x Liam Jacobson
Theme: #14 {First Meeting}
Rating: PG
~~Dis~~claimer: In order to keep people from stealing her, I had to chain Az up in my mind. So really, this is more like a claimer than a disclaimer, no? And to put a “disclaimer” on this, Mar belongs to wish_wielder.
Word Count: 998

Nervous (Adj.) 1. highly excitable; unnaturally or acutely uneasy or apprehensive

Nervous was a word one could use to describe Azelma LeFae whenever Granny Faye came to visit. Despite the fact that they were usually pleasant visits, filled with candy, ego boosts and more candy, Azelma was still nervous. When she received the phone call from her grandmother, instead of the warm voice drifting through the ear piece, a stern granny took over. This had made Azelma extra nervous.

It was a Thursday evening and Azelma was pacing the living room, glancing at the hour hand to reach seven o’clock. On the blue recliner sat Mar, the only person who could calm Azelma down when she wasn’t busy with the amusement that her friend provided.

“Really, Zelly, its just your granma! She’s going to shower you with love and affection and all those things that she usually does.” Mar said, throwing a scrap of paper at her friend’s head.

“But she sounded serious!” Azelma whined, wincing at the paper bouncing off of her head.

“First, don’t start sentences with conjunctions. Secondly, what could be so serious. Its not like you’re getting married to someone like SLASH.” Azelma stopped in her tracks and turned to face Mar.

“Oh my God I‘m getting married. I‘m too young for that!” Mar snickered at this, a mischievous grin forming.

“It won’t be that bad, and besides, maybe if you’re lucky, we can have a double wedding.” Azelma’s brows furrowed heavily as she contemplated this.

“No! Its still getting married to a stranger and I don’t want to get married at a-” a jingle of bells cut Azelma off as the clock struck seven.

“Good luck with your granny, Az! Call me with who you’re getting hitched to, alright?” said Mar, leaving through the back door, a smarmy grin on her face.

~zzzz~

“Liam get down here!” a voice bellowed from somewhere in the pits of the mansion. Popping open an emerald colored eye, Liam sighed, slowly making his way down toward “the dungeon”.

“What pop?” Liam yawned, flopping down on a stiff chair.

“You’re getting married. You’re to meet the girl at seven o’clock tonight and if you do anything to ruin this, I’m disowning you and sending you to military school. Go look like a person and not a slob.” Liam blinked. Once. Twice. Three times and then-

“I’m not getting married old man.” with that, Liam left the wood paneled room before the dragon was unleashed.

“LIAM JACOB JACOBSON YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED TO THE GIRL AND THAT IS FINAL!” his father roared. Shrugging, Liam walked back up to his room and got dressed before signing his own death sentence.

~zzzz~

“Sit down, Azelma.” Granny Faye instructed. Az sat, brown eyes wide with anxiety. “And stop looking at me as if you were a deer in headlights.” Az blinked and sunk lower into the couch.

“What’s so serious?” Az asked in a small voice, afraid to hear the worst.

“We have a guest coming, we can wait until he shows up.” Az frowned at this.

“Why can’t you tell me what it is?”

“Just sit and be patient.”

Tick. Tock. Tick… Tock…

“He’s not coming.”

“He’s probably lost, give him time.”

“Its been an hour and a half, he’s not coming.”

“Go brush your hair, you look like a mess.”

“Don’t change the subject, Grandma.”

“Do what I asked.”

“Why?”

“Just go.”

“Okay, fine.” As Az got up the doorbell rang. “GOT IT!” Az shouted, leaping toward the door, her hair billowing behind her as she wretched the door open.

“Azelma act like a young lady and not a heathen!” Az blinked, staring up at the handsome stranger in front of her. She took a note of his features. Blond hair, emerald green eyes, a nice jaw and his firm buttocks.

“Um… I was supposed to be here like an hour ago but I got really lost.” the stranger said, watching Az as her mouth opened and closed much like a fish out of water.

“Liam, here you are. I was worried that you had decided to run. Azelma, stop that and let him in. I’m sorry about her, she’s rather impatient at times.” Az moved out of the way, gaping at the stranger, now identified as Liam, before her.

“Sorry about that.” Liam turned to Az and glanced her over. ‘Eh,’ he thought ‘not quite my type but maybe if she fills out she’ll get better.’

“Liam, Azelma, Azlema, Liam. Sit, both of you.” Granny Faye said pushing the two of them down onto the loveseat.

“I prefer Az.” Az said shaking Liam’s hand, a rose tint gracing her face.

“I prefer not to be here.” Liam muttered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Good. Now, I assume you know why you’re meeting each other right?” Az’s grandmother said, smiling brightly.

“So I can make new friends and stop hanging out with Mar because she’s a ‘bad influence’?” Az asked scooting away from Liam.

“No. And no matter how lovely that’d be, you won’t do it.”

“Wait, this is who I’m supposed to marry?” Liam blurted out, frowning heavily at Granny Faye.

“I’m getting married!?” Az shouted leaping up.

“Yes.”

“No!” both of the teenagers shouted.

“Why would I want to touch that?”

“Who are you calling a that?”

“Hell, if you actually looked like a girl and not a man I’d probably be attracted to you!”

“If you didn’t give such a wimpy handshake then we’d be in business now wouldn’t we?”

“Now isn’t this love at first sight?” Granny Faye smiled, watching the not-so-happy couple bicker.

Get Out of My Hair!

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 20:05:58 GMT

Title: Get Out of My Hair
Author:

frozenfics
Fandom: Original~
Pairing: Azelma LeFae x Liam Jacobson
Theme: #23 {You Smell Good}
Rating: PG (Slight Liam violence)
~~Dis~~claimer: In order to keep people from stealing her, I had to chain Az up in my mind. So really, this is more like a claimer than a disclaimer, no?
Word Count: 322

Sniff. Sniff. Smack!

“What was that for?” Liam asked clutching his now throbbing cheek.

“You were smelling me! That’s so gross!” Az said crossing her arms across her chest.

“Something around you smells good. Its probably not you anyway.” Frowning, Az turned away from him, returning to her geometry homework.

For three long minutes, silence passed between the two as Az scribbled her answers next to the shapes that were supposed to be triangles. Liam watched her as her eraser slowly dwindled down to the point of no return.

“Liiiiiiaaaaam…” she whined, a pout slowly making its way upon her face.

“No.”

“Pleaseeeeee?” she continued, her protruding bottom lip beginning to quiver ever-so-slightly.

“No.” arms firmly in place, she stared at him, giving that dreadful look he hated. Under the pressure of this look, Liam sighed heavily, mentally kicking himself for not lasting more than fifteen seconds with her.

“Thanks, Li-kins!” she said, smiling widely as her so-called-boyfriend went to grab her another eraser.

Upon entering the room, Liam threw the eraser at Az and flopped back down onto the couch, leaving Az right back where she started: erasing the doodle she made of her math teacher in the corner.

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Smack!

“What did I say about smelling me?” Az snapped, glaring at Liam.

“Your hair smells good!”

“You are such a creep! Stay out of my hair!”

“But you smell good!”

“Thanks, now leave me alone!”

“You got that answer wrong.”

SMACK!

“Go away Liam!”

“Just trying to help.”

“Go away.”

“No.”

“You still smell good.”

“Get out you creep!”

“Okay, okay, bye Zelly.”

Dead much?

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 17:39:02 GMT

I've been dead on this because my muses and plunnies are hibernating. They come out and play ding dong ditch once in a while, but other than that, my writing has been ded.

However, I plan on doing one one-shot a week until I run out of themes (I had jess1 and jess2 pick themes for me and I have 33 themes now)

I'd still like an idea of pairings but I'll probably make some up on my own anyway, so input away :D

1. Kiss
2. Radio-Cassestte Player
3. Our Own World
4. On top of the World
5. Drunken Night
6. ICU
7. Kiss in the Rain
8. Hot Chocolate + Fireplace; cold winters night
9. Dance; Rave
10. Sealed With Wax
11. Melting into Dreams
12. Eternal Sunset
13. Breakdown
~~14. First Meeting~~
15. Goodbye
16. Stargazing
17. Watergun
~~18. Snowfall~~
19. Listen to the Music at Night
20. It Hurt to See You Cry
21. Paint the Night with Stars
22. What's that Sound?
~~23. You Smell Good~~
24. Waking Up Alone
25. Dentist
26. Dreams
27. Syrup; pancake
28. Sun on Your Face
29. Sweet Nothings; Soft Whispering
30. Soft Lips
31. Roadtrip
32. Secret Treasure
33. Four Posted Bed

This thing

Fri, 03 Aug 2007 16:54:23 GMT

Has been dead. AIM chats are eating my brain (though they're hilarious), I haven't really been writing much, and I'm starting school Monday. (Senior year MEEP!)

I'll try to have something up before Monday.

Off the Record (Harry Potter, Liz x Oliver, #6)

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 22:02:58 GMT

Title:

"I never said that I loved you." Oliver stood in silence as he waited for Lizzette to finish her speech. He’d admit it later to himself or whoever was in the room with him at the time that yes, he was spying on her. And yes, he was waiting for this moment for the last two months. But he wouldn’t tell her that. Oh Merlin no. That’s like asking for death to come early. "Mira… I just don’t think that we should…" Lizzette paused. Oliver leaned his ear closer to the corner of his hallway of eavesdropping. "…see each other anymore. I know, you don’t want to hear ‘Its not you, its me’ because it’s not. Its you, completely. You threw those words out so… fast that it was frightening. I’m sorry." Lizzette walked away and Oliver did a mental victory dance. It was what he was waiting for - his perfect chance. Now he just had to wait a week.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver froze as the light Spanish accent stopped mere feet from where he was. In his victory dance, he didn’t realize that footsteps were coming closer and he would soon be caught.

"Looking for Percy." He said quickly. Lizzette watched him before sighing.

"He told me to tell you that you need to study more." Oliver frowned.

"Oh, alright then."

"Now you’re lying."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean, I know you’re not looking for Percy, he’s in the common room."

"I was just there he-"

"How much did you hear?"

"Most of it." She frowned.

"Hey Liz… on the next Hogsmeade weekend do you wanna…go together?"

"No." Oliver stood there in slight shock. Never in his years at Hogwarts, considering this only being his fourth year, was he rejected; especially for a date. Lizzette walked away in more of a bad mood than she was before.

"Liz! I’m not going to give up that easily!" Ignoring him, she walked even faster.

He wasn’t lying either. For the next two and a half weeks, Lizzette discovered that Oliver Wood was not one to give up that easily. It was true, and she wasn’t happy with this. Every waking moment he used it as his chance to find some foolish way to ask her out. Lizzette didn’t find this amusing, especially when Oliver had followed her and a friend into the first floor bathroom.

"Liz, you might as well say yes to him. He won’t stop bugging you if you don’t." Gina laughed in amusement. Lizzette glared at her friend as she pushed her way out of Moaning Mrytle’s haunt and pinned Oliver to the stone wall.

"If I say yes, will you please leave me alone?" she asked. A very large and very cocky grin graced the face of the boy as he nodded.

"Only if you promise me the next two trips too."

"Don’t push it."

"Alright, fine. Yeah, I’ll stop bugging you." Removing her arms from above him, Lizzette turned on her heel, with a laughing Gina following.

"Was that a yes?" Oliver called to their retreating backs.

"Obviously!" Gina replied with a smile. "You know, Liz, off the record, if you didn’t crack, he might’ve asked you to marry him."

"Gina?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Shut up."

Off the Record
Author: frozenfics
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood x Lizzette Diaz {OC}
Theme: #6 {I can’t say goodbye; never giving up}
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Oliver but I do own Liz.

Fresh from the Shower (Harry Potter, Oliver/Liz {oc}, #26)

Fri, 18 May 2007 02:52:04 GMT

Title: Fresh from the Shower

Author: frozenfics
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood x Lizzette Diaz {OC}
Theme: #26 {Nekkid}
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Oliver but I do own Liz.

Oliver popped into the house, fifteen minutes after four. He was supposed to be there fifteen minutes earlier, but practice had gone late. Or so that's what he as going to tell Lizzette. A lie, maybe, but there's nothing wrong with a little white lie every once in a while, right? He made his way carefully to the bedroom, slipping easily into the shadows in the hall.

"Safe." he thought, removing his clothes in the bathroom. Standing in only boxers, he reached over and turned the showerhead on, steam slowly rising from the bowels of the room.

She was late and she knew it. Besides, she had a perfectly good reason, she was at the store and let's just say that the coupon lady there. Stepping over the threshold of the kitchen, she set the bags of groceries on the kitchen table and proceeded to put them away. It wasn't until she looked at the time that she realized that he was late also. Lizzette frowned, her brows creased in an unattractive manner. She finished putting away groceries at record speed before heading toward the sound of running water.

"Oliver, my boy, you've done it again." Oliver mused as he wrapped a towel around his waist. Beads of water ran down his chest as he used another towel to dry his hair. He turned toward the foggy mirror and raised an eyebrow.

"You're late." Lizzette said simply, sitting on the counter.

"Practice ran late."

"I'm not going to believe that one, Wood."

"But its true."

"Oliver, I'm not stupid. I know you're lying. Besides, I got in five minutes before you." She got off of the counter and faced the mirror. Frowning, she placed a finger to it. Carefully, letters began to form. First a 'W' then an 'I' followed by two 'L's. Oliver watched, ignoring the towel draped around his waist slowly falling off. As the last character was finished, Lizzette turned around to look at the man in her shower and turned a deep shade of red. Oliver read over the message on the mirror, not understanding why Lizzette was so red.

"There's nothing to be so ashamed of Liz. I'd love to marry you."

"I-its not that." she stuttered unsure of how to phrase the next sentence. "Y-your towel is..." she covered her mouth in time to muffle the fit of giggles as she pointed at the fallen towel around his feet. Instead of turning red or attempting to cover himself, Oliver pulled Lizzette to him and her eyes became the size of dinner plates. "What are you doing?" she asked trying to wrench herself free of the keeper's grasp.

"Waiting for you to spontaneously combust." he whispered against her hair

The Way We Carry On

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 04:18:13 GMT

Title: The Way We Carry On
Fandom: Original
Genre: One-Shot & Angst
Rating: T

It was a fear of commitment, that's why it ended. But, nobody knew that. Nobody but him and her.

Their friends figured it was due to their career paths. Their parents thought it was due to the distance.

No. It was commitment. Her fear of being tied down to one person for the rest of her life. His fear of not having someone to grow old with.

They fought constantly. In private, anyway. Every time the words 'I love you' came out of his mouth, she'd instantly freeze up.

She didn't know that she loved him. He didn't know that she loved him. But they knew that why they stayed together so long was due to her unknown love.

Six years. That's a long time in the term of being "just friends". Six years is a long time to be friends with benefits also. And a long time to be lovers. Especially without being engaged. Now, they've thought about it.

They've thought long and hard. Yet, her answer was always 'no' or 'I'm not ready for that kind of commitment yet.' but he stayed with her. Six years.

Now, people had said, all throughout their years together that one day, they'd make a sure fire couple. Ever since third grade they've heard that.

She was twenty-six. He was twenty-six. They hated each other. With a passion of a thousand fiery suns burning in the deepest pits of hell. Or at least they thought that was what that passion was.

Turns out that the hate was unrequited love. Unsure, unknown, and mingled with that fear.

But the fear didn't show up. Not until the sixth year in their topsy-turvy relationship. Oh no, not until that last year.

It was that 'L' word that threw her off. It threw him off, too. "Love" was a strong word. About as strong as hate. And she knew that. In fact, that was a paper she wrote in her last year of high school. He wrote one about his love of music.

Their form of love was odd. No hugs. No kisses. No pet names. Just holding hands. That is, until that fourth year.

That fourth year is what brought out that thing called love. That fourth year is when he began to feel it. That fourth year is when she was offered a job. Modeling, in fact. He formed a band that year.

That's when the arguments came. She was no more than a cheap whore. He was no more than a foolish bastard. To each other anyway. That's when the arguments turned into post-fight sex.

Those nights of anger and lust formed a new bond between the two. One that was taken to new heights. Especially when birth control had been in the medicine cabinet.

There was no pregnancy. No pregnancy for her. No child made from two people's unrequited, unknown, undiscovered love for each other.

Maybe that's where the commitment came in. The fact that now that they've committed their bodies to each other, that they were automatically destined for each other. That's what she thought anyway. He told her it didn't mean that. But it did. To her at least.

But that was when they were foolish and in love. Now, they were twenty-six and definately not in love. Oh no, love was unheard of. Especially since she broke his heart on February 14th, just three years prior.

He took his heartbreak rather well. Considering the fact that she walked out on him. Just two months later, his band recorded their debut album. His music career took off. Her modeling career took off.

It was the simple memory of her. He could see it in the groupies. The only difference was that she didn't throw herself at him for a chance to sleep with him. Oh no, he saw her in the walk, gum chewing, use of hands, and eyes of these groupies. Each one had different mannerisms that reflected her to him. He couldn't forget her. She couldn't forget him.

Every song she heard on the radio, his band or not, reminded her of him. During photoshoots, someone would play his CD. She'd do the perfect movements in time for the flash of the cameras and lights. She hated those lights. But she chose that career.

Bandmates knew where those lyrics came from. He did too. They came from her memory. But he wouldn't admit it. Admitting that he was stuck on an old flame was the last thing he was going to do.

She knew she was his inspiration. She never told anybody that. Not her agent, or her supposed model friends. She did tell them that she did go to school with him. And that was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was a photoshoot that their love rekindled. Or so he'd like to think. She knew it was her way of apologizing to him. But she didn't want her apology to end up like their arguments.

February 14th. That day stayed in their minds as they moved on with their life. Her boss of the day had called his band in for the oppurtunity to do a few spreads with her. She still came in, knowing the risk. They saw each other and pretended that this was not the person that they had spent six years with. Oh no, they shook hands and went into make-up and got dressed in their clothes for the shoot.

It was awkward. Every photo, he'd be near her, holding her like he used to when they were together. She'd be smiling as if this were the love of her life. He was, but she didn't know that. Not until the new single came out.

She heard the song over the radio. When she got home, she heard it on MTV. She heard it in her dreams. It followed her everywhere. Photoshoots, the radio, television, and her dreams.

He saw her everywhere. His dreams, in magazines, on billboards. It drove him crazy. He wanted to see her again. He called her up. No answer. He went to her house and knocked on the door. No answer. He talked to her agent. There was an answer there. But not one that he'd been hoping for.

Headlines ran rampant as old pictures of the two surfaced, creating new gossip for the hungry. New fuel for the fire. Yet, this romance that had died three years prior was still blossoming. In the minds of teenagers everywhere. Wishing that they had that kind of relationship.

Four more years had passed. He couldn't get in touch with her. She wouldn't answer his calls. In fact, she dropped off the face of the earth, so to speak. Whenever they toured and made it back to their hometown, he'd try to ring her up. She avoided the concerts, photoshoots and everything that would have to do with him. She didn't want to see him. It hurt her. It hurt him. She didn't understand this sudden longing in her heart. He didn't understand why they stopped talking. He did, he just didn't want to.

February 13th, the headlines reported an attempted suicide. It came as a shock to both of them. He didn't try to kill himself, and she wasn't the cause. Oh no, it was just a story the tabloids made up. It was true, the newpapers had found out that they broke up. But that was seven years ago. He didn't try to kill himself then, and he still wouldn't now. Oh no, not because of a girl. He could have any female he wanted. But he wanted her.

February 14th rolled around yet again and she finally called him back. After four years, she finally called him back. No answer, just voicemail. She left a simple message. She didn't leave her name. Just said "its me." and told him to call her back. He did. Two weeks later.

It took him two weeks to figure out who "me" was. It took two weeks for him to recognize that number. It was her parents house. She had to be visiting home when she left that message. Or so he thought.

She was home. For the first time in five years. But she didn't mean to call him. It just happened. And by the time he called her back, she was no longer there. It was a game of phone tag. Except, he was the only one playing.

The longing feeling in her heart returned on his thirty-third birthday. She thought it was a heart attack. It was an aching heart the doctor told her. She took pills to take care of the ache in her heart. It didn't help.

On her thirty-third birthday, just a month later, he called her. She answered, much to his surprise. They were quiet. He apologized. She didn't understand. He explained his apology and hung up. She called back immediately. He answered. She apologized for walking out on him. He didn't believe her. She hung up.

Demeber 24th had arrived and the snow was piled up four feet from the ground. That didn't stop the red stains in the snow. The falling of more snow didn't stop the limp body from being found. The limp body didn't stop the media from reporting the death of a superstar.

Oh no, none of this came as a surprise. With the near suicide attempt earlier that year, it was expected that the death wouldn't be coming soon. It couldn't be a surprise. A note was left behind only two weeks before the suicide. Nobody found it though. Not until preparing for the funeral. It was in the pocket of the jeans. It was crumpled up like an old homework assignment.

However, it was the location of more red stains on December 24th in the snow that surprised people. Yes, another set of red stains in the snow. Another limp body hidden in the snow. More media reports of a fallen star. Something was different with this suicide though. There was no note. Not one that wasn't soon covered by the inches of snow.

It was true. They had killed themselves. She did it to rid the pain in her heart. He did it to forget about her. They were both wrong. Neither of them really believed in the afterlife until they got there. And then they saw each other. The pain in her heart lessened as her eyes connected with his. He didn't forget her. Quite the contrary, he embraced her tightly, not once letting her go. The pain in her heart disappeared as she stood in his warm embrace. Inhaling the scent of Old Spice, she sighed in comtempt. He held her closer, burying his face into her hair.

Both had finally found peace at last.

Midnight Confessions

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 22:32:29 GMT

Title: Midnight Confessions
Fandom: Original
Genre: One-Shot
Rating: PG

The night sky had shrouded the moonlit hill in semi-darkness. Small white lights dotted the navy sky with a silver orb looming overhead. The sounds of hushed conversation mixed with the chirping of crickets filled the quiet night air. Sitting on this hill was a couple, one male, the other female, an air of ease and familiarity between them.

A light breeze wafted between the couple, lifting long strands of ebony hair. The girl spoke softly, a piercing green eyes surveyed the land before her. Her confessor listened intently, only interrupting to ask simple questions about her day. Watching the lights of the city buildings in the distance slowly flicker out, his long fingers gently combed the grass beneath him. A soft smile caressed the girl's features as her companion spoke. His voice produced a low rumble in her ears. In the far distance, a grandfather clock struck midnight. By the final chime, all sounds of conversation had disappeared. A familiar long silence had overcome the couple sitting beneath a sea of stars.

Slowly, they stood up. One after another and keeping the same confidentiality, they waited. It was she who
moved first, carefully making her way down the hill and into the darkness. The fading crunch of grass helped the boy make up his mind.

Heavy footsteps broke the silence as he raced down the hillside to catch her. Gasping for breath, he lightly touched her thin shoulder. She turned around in surprise, her eyes searching for an answer. The stars above twinkled in delight as the girl and boy stood face to face for the first time in years.

His mouth ran dry from nerves, a series of stutters escaping his lips. The smile, though now more broad, returned to the girl's face as she studied the fragmented words. In an uneasy croak, he uttered three small words. Once what he said had sunk in, disbelieving, hysterical laughter overcame the girl. Noticing the hurt look on the boy's face and in his eyes, her laughter stopped abruptly. She hugged him, her grip tight and secure as she whispered into his ear soothingly, “I love you, too.”

A Dip (Harry Potter, Oliver/Liz {oc}, #24)

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 04:00:12 GMT

Title: A Dip
Author: frozenfics
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood x Lizzette Diaz {OC}
Theme: #24 {42}
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Oliver but I do own Liz.

Loud shrieks filled the halls of the Hogwarts castle as identical redheads carried their friend toward the lake.

"Come on Lizzie, it won't be that bad."

"Its just a little dip in the lake."

"FRED! GEORGE!" she shrieked, realizing that her safe dryness would soon disappear, "PUT ME DOWN!" the twins laughed and continued to carry her toward the black lake. Following the twins and shrieking Lizzette, was Oliver Wood, laughing as they reached the expansive grounds.

"You knew they were going to do this eventually, Liz." he said before they tossed her into the lake. With a loud splash, Lizzette had reached her intended destination. After a few seconds, the girl popped back up and swam back to the shore. Upon reaching it, she pushed her hair out of her face and glared at the twins.

"You two," she huffed," are dead. And you!" she turned to Oliver who was smiling in amusement, "let them! What the hell were you thinking?" Oliver shrugged.

"Well, it was eight forty-two, and you had refused my last forty-one offers of future protection from the twins-"

"You were asking me to marry you! First of all, I'm not even dating you-"

"Put her back in." Oliver said, cutting her off. Hazel eyes widened as four hands lifted her into the air and got ready to toss her into the lake.

"You two put me back into the lake, there's no way I'm letting you copy my homework again." With a thud, Lizzette was dropped onto the ground as the twins held their hands up.

"You know, Wood"

"Lizzie, does have a point about that."

"She does get her homework done."

"And she usually does it well."

"Unlike you."

"But no offence."

"You know, Liz, all you had to do was say yes to me."

"I'd rather say yes to the giant squid."

"That could be arranged."

"Oliver Wood, don't make me hex you." she hissed.

"If you say so Liz... So, how about it, you wanna marry me?" with a haughty laugh, Lizzette began to dry herself off.

"No." Another splash as both Liz and Oliver landed in the lake.

"Its past eight forty-two, and you two need to hurry up and make up your minds." George said wiping his hands. Fred nodded, turning from the two in the lake.

"Its not that hard to say yes, Lizzie."

Finger on the Trigger |One-Shot| {No pun intended}

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 00:58:18 GMT

Title: Finger on the Trigger
Fandom: Original
Genre: One-Shot
Rating: PG for talk of violence

Headline after headline, they all said the same thing. "Ex-Rocker murdered! Prime suspect is best friend!" it got annoying after awhile with the press constantly trying to snap photos and the police constantly questioning my whereabouts on the evening of September 24th. But when you're the prime suspect, of the biggest murder since Anna Nicole's death, of course they'll be watching your every move. By now, I'm used to it, just waiting for when they finally pile enough evidence to indict me. Don't get me wrong, this is my best friend that's dead, and it's my name that's being soiled with these rumors. I mean, who wouldn't be upset when the whole world, save a handful of people, label you as a murderer. Now I'm not the one who lets the media control my life, but it'd help if they got their facts straight.

First of all, he died on the 24th and was found on the 25th around six. I was first arrested at six-thirty on the grounds of murdering him. By seven-thirty, I was released with an apology, but that didn't mean the suspicion was gone, oh no, it's still here. Second, they can't find the gun used to kill him because it was tossed into the desert by midnight. Third, why would I do it? They can't say it was because I'm a jealous lover, oh the contrary, I didn't even know he had a girlfriend, so why would I be jealous, let alone a lover? No matter what though, I'm still the prime suspect. I know the questions: "Where were you on September 24th?" and all I could say was with him up until eight that night because I had to get to dinner with my parents. And my parents even said that I was there.

"Reports say that there was a sign of struggle, can you tell us what happened?" the prosecutor asked.

"He did struggle." I had said. "And he was going to get his way no matter what."

"Who is this he?" they continued to ask.

"Him, the one whose dead. I didn't kill him if that's what you're getting at. He struggled to keep the gun, he struggled to keep it pointed at himself. He called me around ten-thirty telling me goodbye. I thought he was leaving for his tour, but something was wrong with his tone over the phone so I went to his apartment and knocked down the door."

"Then what happened?" he pressed.

"He was in his bedroom, the handgun pointed to his temple. I asked what he was trying to do and he told me that he was ending it all. All I could do was stare and he then told me to leave."

"Did you?"

"No. We struggled for the gun. He threatened to take me with him and I told him I didn't care as long as he wasn't going to do something stupid. His finger was on the trigger while we were struggling but he never aimed it at me, only at himself."

"Then what?"

"I finally knocked it out of his hands and had pinned him so he wouldn't reach for it. He started to cry, telling me it was all over for him. His career, his love life, everything. All I could do was sit there and let him confess all these things. I thought after we had talked through it that he was fine. I took the gun and left him there. I was wrong in doing that."

"How?"

"He had another one. I didn't know about that until after I shut the door to his apartment and I heard a loud bang. I stood there, trying to process what was going on. I went back in and there he was, gun in hand, blood on the walls, a pained expression on his face, as if to apologize to me."

"What did you do after you realized he'd supposedly killed himself?"

"Shot him again. He shot himself in the head. I shot him in the stomach."

"Was he dead when you shot him?"

"Yes. All I could do when I shot him was yell at him, I called him a bastard, and cried. Then I took the gun, drove out to the desert and tossed it there."

"So you disposed of the evidence?"

"Yes. Because nobody should have to deal with the fact knowing that their best friend killed themselves when they could've prevented it. Part of me died with him. If I had killed myself with him, it would've been labeled as a lovers suicide, and it wouldn't have been that. I'm not wrong for shooting him again. I'm wrong for thinking that talking to him would prevent it. I'm not wrong for trying to save his life when he wanted to end it. How do I deserve the label of murderer when there are so many that deserve that title and walk around freely to this day? I'm only his friend, someone who's been there for him through the good and the bad. I don't think that I deserve to be sent to jail for failing at my job."

"We will now hear the closing statements."

"As you have heard ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this young woman is not guilty of murder. She's not guilty of jealousy driving her mad. She's only guilty of not saving her friend before it is too late. I implore you to not send this woman to Death Row, she only did what she thought was best for her friend to the best of her ability." my lawyer said calmly. The prosecutor thought differently however.

"She is guilty! That of murder, that of tampering with the evidence. Think about it ladies and gentlemen, she could've called the police as soon as she heard that gun shot. She could've explained what happened instead of leaving him there and disposing with the evidence. This woman deserves to be on Death Row for the harm she's caused to a young man's life." The jury left the court room and my lawyer squeeze my shoulder gently.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?" the judge asked when the jury returned. The foreman stepped up.

"We have your Honor. We find the defendant, Jessica Hanes, not guilty." I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and leaned against my chair in relief.

I'm such a sucker for those happy endings

Receipts (Harry Potter, Oliver/Liz {oc}, #18)

Thu, 22 Mar 2007 04:42:27 GMT

Title: Receipts
Author: frozenfics

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Oliver Wood x Lizzette Diaz {OC}
Theme: #18 {Rainy Night}
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Oliver but I do own Liz.

A heavy sighed escaped her lips as she thumbed through a series of receipts. She only paused to drink her lukewarm coffee during her task.

"I still can't find it." she mumbled, reaching the end of the stack. "It was here this morning, where the hell did it go?" she set the pile down and left the table only to come back with another set of receipts. A soft pop sounded behind as she sat down in her seat once more. Ignoring it she kept searching the new pile, muttering curses under her breath. The chair next to her was pulled back as she scanned one of the slips, the sound of rain faintly intruding into her ears.

"Liz." she glanced up at her companion and sighed.

"You're getting my chairs wet." she said, stiffling a yawn.

"Lizzette." he tried again, taking the papers from her.

"What do you want, Oliver?" she asked irritably.

"I love you."

"I'm glad, now give them back, I can't find the receipt from that big banquet we had last week." she held her hand out for the papers to which Oliver shook his head.

"You need to relax."

"I don't want to relax until I know where I put it. Now give." she demanded. Oliver shook his head and stood up.

"Not until you relax. Besides, you'll find it when you stop looking for it." Lizzette sighed in agitation as a clap of thunder echoed through the sky.

"Oliver Wood, you have five seconds to give that back to me before I hex you to death." Oliver shook his head and began to walk out of the kitchen. Lizzette followed him, ignoring the fact that he led her to the bedroom.

"Sit." he said, pointing to the bed. With an annoyed look, Lizzette followed his instructions reluctantly and waited. She eyed her wand sitting on the bedside table, pondering how long she should wait before hexing him. Oliver came out of the bathroom holding a large box.

"What's that have to do with you having my receipts?" she asked as he handed it to her.

"Absolutely everything. Just look on the bottom of the box." Lizzette raised an eyebrow quizzically at him and went to the last paper. And there it was, her receipt. She smiled at him and stood up, setting the box aside.

"Thank you, now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish these tax returns." she began to walk out of the room when Oliver pulled her back and flipped the receipt over. In his untidy handwriting were the distinct words 'Marry Me?' Lizzette looked up at the man, eyes wide in shock and disbelief.

"Well?" he asked, watching her facial expression. Slowly she nodded, her grip on the receipt loosening as she was swept into a kiss. The thunderstorm was soon forgotten as she melted into the kiss.

Hi

Thu, 22 Mar 2007 03:43:58 GMT

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